Blind Date Thursdays

Blind dates every Thursday
You have probably already met me
My name is Kay
I love to drown in the rain
Wear Awkwardly cute accessories
Murder plants with my teeth
And blue roses
And I've met many of you already
Star people
Sin-cinatis
Digital worlds
Dragon fuckers
Cat facts
Anal holes
Black rights
Broken skulls
Beaten bodies
Empty bottles
Staling cars
Brick walls
And butterfly's.
Without this place I wouldn't have had a metamorphosis
Always been shy about my writings
Locked them away in my file box
Until I showed one person my writings
And they sent me inspiration to try
And I did
I tried
I wrote
I performed
And I start to take the next few clumsy steps
Editing and critiquing
To find my self a future
And write it
Now I'm not leaving
Just advancing
As my writing becomes my future
For I am a butterfly
And I want my life of writing to be visible
I will stop taking my smile pills
And I'll jump down every rabbit hole
Where all the words are in my head
And not leaving me yet
Where my poems are like snow
Sprinkled upon my studies
My sanctuary of my rhymes
And I will fall
But be cushioned by my lyrics
And I don't go to parties
But i do go to slams
And thank you for it
Every Thursday I go on a bind date
With each of your poems
And fall into platonic love with you
As you fall in love with me
Thank you

Letters of Letters

Letters of letters

I live between the lines
Or above them
Or rather in the individual spaces between the  letters of each word
Jumping the voids between each word in each line
Gently gliding or rock climbing from one stanza to the next
Living in my script
Hanging on the ledges of capital I s
Sliding down the slopes of M s and W s
Curling up in the nests of the O
Running circles and jumping off the dive board of Q into my sea of words
Looking out my triangle window of my Teepee house of A
Restfully sleeping in the slopes of the S,s
While catching my Z's

Breaking out of my crack egg shelled Cs

Leaning on the Brick walls of my Ls

Protected from the pouring drew drop Bs

Upon the inverted V of my Sundial roof

Not only in the straight and structured fonts of abandoned typewriters

Printed P’s of the Past

But the looping legato drawings of dancing lady G’s

Or swooping dipping questions ending with a Y

The completely perpendicular reading nook of T tree

The playground ladders and slides of R’s

Moving me to a youth of simple thoughts and words

For as a gentle bowing n grows it's sharpens to adulthood

With wide smiling D’s of late night emails

The tooth edge E combing my hair and memories

The X’s of mental block upon eyes being lifted

The cupping hands of U holding K

Gracing me into a simple bed of gentle H’s

And Cradle arm J’s

F not extending its middle finger but the two on the side

The letters from letters

Where this poem is a remix

Of my alphabet soup
The letters of letters with lessons

Each single one we hear and read it leaves an impression

Snapping Stems

Bending at the spine

I was a dying rose

The Beauty Fading

The Thorns sharpening

Snapping at the stem left to bow to the misfortunate world

Storms of reality throwing me into whiplash

Then snapping me back at the center

Shredding wind tearing away the velvety beliefs I used as my protection

Leaving me exposed, naked, and broken at the stem

The knives left in my back seeding poison ivy

Spreading rashes to where my wilting leaves could no longer itch

My pollen sent away on chivalrous breezes

To the tormented self harmed tulips

The damned misrepresented daisies

For the Lucid drug addicted lilacs

None left for the damaged dilapidated rose that I am

My last wine red petal falling among the dust

To which I gave my final wish

Please, let the shy violets have the courage

Question Suicide

Questions committing suicide
Forget society that's why
I keep you out of my shadows so you don't go mad
I keep my lips shut in Ironclad
Why must you keep prying for more details
Recounting the pills and cuts in my entrails
Reopening wounds that I had sewn closed
Rebuilding buildings I just bulldozed
Stop prying about my pain in this world
I keep the secrets locked away so you don't hurl
Because my problems give you problems in a domino effect
Because my chemical hormonal balance has a defect
Stop asking and let me be
But that bad seed
We left planted in between the lines and rows of our empty conversations
Blossom with rage and miscommunication
We walk away because I said to leave me alone
Hiding ourselves behind happier clones
As I cry in the closet and you mumble in bed
About the twinkling tears held in our reflexive glass eyes we dread
The barbed wire I took to my lips to sew them
Demons writing letters on my tongue so I can no longer send
Where duct tape would be better but won't abolish the pain
Where I hold in my dagger words just to keep you sane  
Because I don't want to talk and I don't want you to worry
And for this, me being me with this agonizing pain, I'm sorry

Dandelion

I am dandelion dust

A weed that dreams of being a flower

Hoping to grant someone a wish  

Do, Re, Mi

Breathe, intake 1..2..3…

Do, Re, Mi

It arcs back on the screeching violin tuned chords of my voice

Mi

The tearing branches of willows holding the Truth to me

The melancholy trickle of tear to paper

Of note to ear

The Hebrew love songs tainting my heart with bliss

In the sad irony of this metallic and anti-classical world

Music is an escape, music is my ship

Cascading down the rolling waves of pain and anguish and fear

Music is all I have in my chasm of despair

The crystal petals of water lilies on the mirrored swan lake

Roaming Hello’s, calling me to the other side

The jaunting juxtaposition of being home and exiled

Is where I stand walking down these tiles

Silent, alone, loud and social

These tiles, as I count my breaths and rests on each step upon them

Marbles falling on piano keys of white milk

Black cats of quarter notes

Sharps of hashtag trending songs

Flats of want to be Bee’s

Buzzing bumble bees of keys

Swarming and buzzing, air to diaphragm to chest to throat to temple to forward

A melody of thunderstorms and gentle rain clouds

Billowing in and settling upon the roof of my mouth

A trained acrobat of speed and agility jumping from teeth to top to bottom

In loop de loops and held high with a bow

Running words through hoops of puckered lip fire

Combating them to leap over the fences of curved corner E’s

Do, Re, Mi

Mi

How I fit

A puzzle piece half flesh and half wood

The strings being tuned on fingerboards and hearts

Emoting forward my rippling star dust of the absurd

Filling half the space of my seat with newborn singer’s blood

The other half of musical intuitive intelligence being polished

Left in the back of a hidden cabinet of smoky glass

I banter and call and become a bird of the halls

Flittering from wall to wall

My wind from my wings breaking the cages set being me containing me

Still I rise on my sonorous wings

For anyone can sing

Even Do, Re, Mi

People claim in cold wind nipped certainty

It's not a talent, nor a gift

It's a party trick

The whispering of reflective rainbow glass

Result from the beautified perspective non-performers have

When they think anyone can do it

We know otherwise  

Like its skilled breathing of hippie hydrogen

Or the talented yells of gentle revolution into the worshiping breeze

But for choirs

It’s an instrument, it's a skill

To many soft and abrasive people it’s what keeps them from the kill

The last safe guard before the noose

Rifts cutting into the bonds of existentialism held about one’s wrists

Unlocking the chains of the doors I often locked closed

The sky may be pissed but my smile is strong

Brighten the day, darken the note

I may still be feared but I am free

Because Do, Re, Mi